My big boy is going to be seventeen.
I cannot believe how quickly these years have gone by.
Every July, I find myself with a sappy smile on my face, as I remember the heat and heaviness of the final days of pregnancy.
In what I would later come to appreciate as part of his laid back personality, our boy was in no hurry to rush his appearance.
My partner and I walked around for days after our due date, my swollen fingers and toes feeling like a bunch of bananas, seeking shelter in the cool of Capilano Canyon. [Read more…]